It's not so much good as it is very good.

For Li Yiquan, she will not treat herself badly in the first place: no matter what the situation, that kind of practice is generally only done by a fool who is useless.

In addition, Li Yiquan will not treat people she doesn't want to treat badly, as for those who are kind of yin and yang in order to get some benefits, it's a different matter.

Another thing I have to say is that she loves face, but she doesn't want others to see this, which is undoubtedly a very strange phenomenon. So in the final analysis, she can only hide desperately; For example, the good ones are bad, the likes are disliked, the successful ones are failures, and the prepared ones are not well prepared......

She's used to doing it. Li Yiquan was lucky anyway, at least she had never seen anything Han Yue had ever seen; But to put it in detail, Li Yiquan will at least not let others touch his body at will when he is lonely, like Han Yue; Of course, she is not uncommon for others.

But where can Han Yue go now? Go home? Or sleeping on the streets? Sleeping on the street can be eaten by wild dogs; As for the house, it may have been burned to the color of soot.

But she should still be able to continue to live, she is not a particular person. Han Yue is like a drunkard who drinks broken pieces, his slightly closed eyes can no longer bloom with any special colors; The soft body is more like a flashy marshmallow, as if it will rot in the palm of your hand if you pinch it lightly.

It took Han Yue twice as long to walk the familiar path: she finally stood in front of the doorbell that was burned all over the hole and stuffed with chewing gum.

"Alas......" Han Yue sighed deeply, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and knock on the door: since she was in elementary school, she had been used to not carrying a key; With just a few taps, Mom will immediately stop what she is doing and open the door for her.

"Someone's coming?" A man's voice rang out in the room.

Han Yue's hand that stayed in front of the door seemed to touch a warm flame, and it retracted violently almost the moment the voice sounded.

Who could it be?

The sound of thin footsteps on the ground with slippers gradually became clear, and Han Yue looked back: Maybe she should run away immediately, if the person who opened the door had the word "execution" written on it.

"Sorry, the door lock was burned out and I forgot to tell you...... Actually, you can just come in. ”

The people in the room were not wearing shirts, and their skin was not so dark that Han Yue immediately recognized the owner of the back.

"Ai Pu, you...... Why are you here? ”

I don't know what kind of mood it was, Han Yue almost couldn't help but hug the body in front of him that seemed strange but familiar enough.

"Aren't you going to hug me?" The owner of the back said this, as if he had seen Han Yue's actions just now with the back of his head. "You've always liked me, haven't you?" The owner of the back turned around slightly, looking indifferently at Han Yue, who had hugged him countless times and caressed each other.

"But you're using me like a machine for spiritual comfort." Han Yue forced herself to close her eyes, she shook her head weakly, thinking back to the extremely childish stupid things she had done at that incomparably naïve age.

"Why do you think that?"

"The anecdotes that came out of your high school speak for themselves."

This was originally a house that belonged to Han Yue, but now she was blocked at the door, like a child who had done something wrong, being interrogated by a person who abandoned her.

Indeed, there was a house that was bigger than hers, and more beautiful than hers; And there was only one person living there.

Chang Xue sat at the dining table, with a portrait of her sister hanging on the wall in front of her, and a half-open window more than ten meters behind her. The curtains torn by the wind protested from time to time; They danced as hard as they could, hoping that the mistress would see them, and closed the windows.

All the lights were turned on: a forty-watt chandelier on the ceiling, three bulbs, and a light green oval shade of decoration, seamless; Noble, elegant, tranquil.

That's what Chang Xue wanted in the first place. But there was something missing: a couple of professional maids, an hourly cook, and finally two night guards – it would have been perfect.

The red carpet on the floor doesn't seem to match the mood of the whole room.

The carpet is slightly dirty and looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a while. But Chang Xue didn't think there was anything in it - there were never guests at home, and she didn't want guests. She had long since adapted to this life: the life of a person, even though it was not what she wanted.

But in the end, this result is also caused by herself. Only she knows why she is alone, living like a ghost in this beautiful and empty house.

Chang Xue is very satisfied with today's dinner. The walking dead are like gobbling up everything. But after that, she did not forget to put some wine in the goblet and put it in front of her sister's portrait, so that she could have dinner with her.

"I'm sorry, I don't want that. If you knew my pain, I think you would forgive me. Chang Xue lay on the table and muttered to herself.

Gently shaking the goblet, the purple-red jade liquid inside rippled under the shock, like fresh blood in the embrace of the spotlight. Suddenly facing the eyes of the sister in the portrait, Chang Xue felt that a cold wind swaggered into the house from the wide open window; The cold wind went straight into the collar, and Chang Xue couldn't help but shiver.

Fortunately, nothing.

It's time to sleep. She had completely forgotten the poor curtain, which was whistling in the wind.

"Sister, why didn't you cover the quilt! It's going to catch a cold on such a cold day. An ethereal voice rang out. It's my sister! That sister who was killed by herself a few years ago! "You don't pull the curtains, I'll close the windows for you." The ethereal voice rang out again. Chang Xue's hands clutched the sheets tightly - her sister was in front of her bed.

"Sister, have a good dream...... Sister, Sister Chang Xue! I'm my sister who was killed four years ago, and I miss you so much! I miss you so much! Chang Xue was like a bird hitting a high-voltage power line, and she got up from the bed: she was too worried and had nothing.

Only the dark house and herself. Wait, what is this? A sticky note. On the bedside table, within easy reach. Chang Xue looked at the contents of the note with the help of moonlight - "Your window is not closed, I will close it for you." Below is an unintelligible signature.

Indeed, the curtains no longer protested, and the cold air no longer poured into the house. But the cold sweat kept rising, Chang Xue didn't say a word, her fingers trembled, and she could barely hold the light note.

"Bang", like the sound of something being hit on the ground, pulled Chang Xue back to reality from fear. She didn't notice the extra line on the sticky note: "Sorry I accidentally knocked over your wine glass, I'll clean it up for you." Chang Xue came to the living room and saw the smashed goblet and the red wine spilled on the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned to get a broom and mop. However, they are all gone.

When I turned around again, the dirt was cleaned up, just as the sticky note said. "Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't see the wine glass on the table. I didn't know it was filled with wine. The girl in front of her opened her big, godless eyes with an innocent expression, holding a broom and a mop in her hand, and bowed to Chang Xue.

Her long hair is the same as Chang Xue's, beautiful and flowing—her sister, who was killed by Chang Xue, is now standing in front of her. Chang Xue felt as if she was in the middle of a deserted island, next to a group of sharks circling around her, and she had no way to escape.

She could only retreat, convinced that what she saw was fake. "Sister, let me hug you, I miss you so much!" As I met in a dream, my sister said, her body was transparent, and she could clearly see through her body, and the image on the dining table was gone.

My sister opened her arms, her face covered in blood. "Don't come here!"

Chang Xue screamed, turned around and walked into her room, locking the bedroom door tightly. "Don't come to me. I'm sorry for you. I'll make it up to you when I'm dead. Chang Xue shuddered and retreated to the end of the bedroom, her back pressed against the cold wall.

But my sister's transparent body seemed to be indestructible, first the hands reached in through the solid door, and then still in a hugging posture, through the door, through the sofa, through the desk, and finally came to Chang Xue's face.

"Get out of here!" Losing her mind, she desperately beat her sister, but every time it was like hitting the air, her sister's body was transparent, like a shadow, she could see it, but she couldn't touch it.

"Sister," the sister looked at her, with a look of pity mixed with a little anger. "Didn't you hurt me deep enough? Four years ago, when my father left, he gave me more than half of his fortune, and you held a grudge against me and pushed me off the eight-story bridge under the pretext of walking with me. I fell to my death under the bridge and became what you see. Do you know? No one collected my body, not really! I cried out in the abandoned bridge cave, and the only thing I heard before I died was the echo of myself. ”

The younger sister approached step by step: "We are sisters, Sister Chang Xue!" Let me hug you like I did when I was a child, okay? ”

"No, don't say it again!" "Sister Chang Xue!" The younger sister interrupted her, and the only thing left in her sharp eyes was anger and the sneer that followed: "I just want to hug you, what are you afraid of!" I think you should also try to jump from the 8th floor. ”

Watching as the shadow of a dead man walked towards her. Chang Xue clearly felt that the non-existent hand was caressing her forehead.

Until something completely attached to her body: she had lost the ability to think on her own.

The shadow of the dead man guided her, guiding her out of the lonely room, guiding her through the dark hallway, and finally up to the eighth floor.

When she opened her eyes again, Chang Xue was already standing on the windowsill of the corridor on the eighth floor.